Authority wants limited perception.
It wants “things as they are” to rule the day.
It wants the fire of creative exploration to go out and turn to ashes.
Art is dangerous. It makes people move out of standard-response channels.
They don’t see what they’re supposed to see anymore.
That’s why colleges teach brain-deadening courses in art history. Every attempt is made to codify the students’ reactions.
I’m not just talking about political art. I mean ANYTHING that truly comes out of reliance on imagination.
Those who run things—and their willing dupes—want reality to look a certain way and be experienced and felt in certain ways. These limited spectra form a shared lowest common denominator.
Even so-called spiritual experience is codified. It’s called organized religion. I call it “give money to the ceiling.” You give your money and they tell you high how the ceiling of your experience is and what you’ll find when you get there.
Art has none of these limitations. It’s created by people who’ve gone beyond the shrunken catalog of emotions, thoughts, and perceptions.
Art, by which I mean imagination, throws caution to the winds. It invents realities that engender new reactions, never before experienced.
The hammer blows and the soft propaganda of the common culture install layers of mind control: “See things, experience things in these prescribed ways.”
Over the years, I’ve encouraged a number of people to become artists. Aside from the work they then invented, I noticed their whole approach to, and perception of, life altered radically.
Their sense of vitality, their courage, their adventurous spirit came to the foreground.
Mind control, both externally applied and self-induced, is all about putting a lid on creative power. That is its real target.
Technocrats would like you to believe that hooking your brain up to some super-computer will fulfill your needs and desires. They seek to prove that all invention, all creation, all art, all imagination is merely a set of calculations within a closed system.
This effort betrays their own despair: they see no way they can truly create.
It is the vacuum in which all elites live. They build up a frozen dead consciousness of models and algorithms and “solutions,” and they seek to impose it, as reality, on the minds of populations.
Essentially, they’re saying, “If we have a soul-sickness, you have to have it, too.”
It’s called hatred of life.
On the other hand, individual creative power launches from a platform of freedom and rises through layer upon layer of greater freedom.
From that perspective, authoritarian power looks like a sick-unto-dying charade.
There are two levels of fake news. The first one, many people know about. This is false and deceptive information broadcast by major media, to keep the public from discovering what really goes on under the surface and behind the veil, where power is used.
The second level, very few people understand. It is owned and operated by what I call the Wizards of Is. They say, “Now this IS and that IS and here is something else that IS…keep looking and thinking about what is, what already exists.”
“Familiarize yourself with everything that already exists. We will give you an endless supply of things and ideas you can peruse and feast on. We will give you what exists. Look at all these things and accept them. Keep doing that.”
The corollary is: There is nothing for you to create. Everything that can be created is being created. You yourself have no power to create.
This is the deeper lie. This is where the battle stops and the individual surrenders.
This is where the individual who could be more becomes less.
This is where the artist is still-born and decides to live in half-light.
This is also where vital energies deplete and peter out.
This is where the machine takes over.
The individual can wake up and deploy his imagination.
This is where the new battle begins. This is where the artist sets aside all the standard responses and petty emotions and, instead, INVENTS.
This is where fear is blown away.
This is where the individual reacquaints himself with his deepest drives.